“I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.”

It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.

She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.

There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.

He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.

I’m wrong but I’m real.

Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.

She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.

There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.

Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.

Failures often become art. And art can never fail.

Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.

Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.

Always falling but not for anything.

We search for meaning. And destroy it.

She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.

She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.

In many places where coffee is grown, deforestation is a major issue. With Starbucks’ position in the marketplace and the respect and relationships we have, we can – and have, in some cases – been able to educate and influence people.

I was taken by the power that savoring a simple cup of coffee can have to connect people and create community.

You can’t be afraid of a little rain when you invite the storm in for a cup of coffee.

I thought a thread of notable quotes relating to coffee may be interesting.

I never laugh until I’ve had my coffee.

There is no better love potion than a coffee. When a man drinks the coffee made by you he will become forever yours.

The best Maxim I know in this life is, to drink your Coffee when you can, and when you cannot, to be easy without it.

You are the cream in my coffee as you lather me with your sweet kisses, brightening up my every morning. Your existence is ever so adoring.